Folktales

A MÖRK BORG Grindcore Tennis Mini-RPG This is no mere match. This is sacred carnage. You are not athletes—you are instruments of ruin, swinging the racket of prophecy across the cracked court of gods. Character Creation Name: Combine something Nordic + violent. Example: Ulf Deathgrip, Astrid Malice-Volley Stats Assign -3

"No bell tolls. No burial rites. Just the bone chime of those who dared descend." A ten-room MÖRK BORG dungeon for 3–5 characters. Expect body horror, traps, spiteful corpses, and one cursed decision after another. Atop a hill of graves stands the Gallowpyre, a half-sunken ziggurat of

A Postscript to May Day: Hollow Parade Mark Fisher is already in the room. The screen flickers, a faint hum threading through Animal Crossing’s saccharine soundtrack. On Crossing Hollow’s bulletin board, a message appears: “It is easier to imagine the end of the mayor than the end of

When the dice stop rolling, the real questions begin The Unspoken Bargain We always fade to black. When the dungeon is cleared, the tyrant slain, the village saved, and the loot divvied up, we sheathe our swords and retreat from the table. Characters go inert. Frozen mid-stride in a pose

A Dread One-Shot Overview Players: 2–4 (plus 1 GM) System: Dread (Jenga tower for tension) Duration: 2–3 hours Tone: Folk horror, surveillance horror, hauntological dread Premise: You are former mayors of Animal Crossing, now trapped in Village 001, a charming island where smiles are mandatory, tasks are rituals,

A One-Shot for Dread Overview Players: 2–4 (plus 1 GM) System: Dread (Jenga tower for tension) Duration: 2-3 hours Tone: Folk horror, psychological dread, inevitable sacrifice Premise: You are mayors who’ve returned to Crossing Hollow, a digital island from Animal Crossing. The villagers welcome you, but their smiles

A Playable Folktale for drifters, hyperpigs, and static that hums no name. This is not a vote to cast or a world to save. It is a mirror for what rusts, what hums, what fades uncounted in the Glitter Band’s haze. What You Need * 2–6 participants * A shared

The sky was always perfect in Crossing Hollow. It wasn’t weather—it was design. Every leaf shimmered in the breeze. Every cloud was a soft-edged shape, cartoonish but real enough to almost believe in. The birds chirped a melody you couldn’t name, but which seemed familiar, like a